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Workplace Violence Rehabilitation Journal

These stories are dedicated to the people who inspired them, I forgive you. I hope you can forgive me too.

I didn’t say you did it on purpose, but I blame you. Yet each time I reluctantly came back to life, reincarnated as a creature of vengeance wit..

The delicious irony when a man complains to a woman about urine on the toilet seat.

The red dumpsters stood waiting for me like little vertical coffins

You killed me with every screech, every bow, every salute that flayed my sanity one gesture at a time.

Patience is a slow death for most, but for you, it expired somewhere between month five and month seven.

There is only darkness in the darkness

Coworker nuggets of wisdom

The beating heart is like a fist, squeezing tighter until it has to let go.